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yuri AND yaoi version for all my limp wriztkits

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guys its finally done

after exactly like 3 months the killer analysis is FINALLY done......oh my trio we're so back WE'RE SO BACK!!!!! in exchange for this long awaited victory i will be working on a little comic.........killer WILL be featured there will be no more of excluding him here ‼️

here's a wip panel from it x3

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CIY CH 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍Summary: "Sharp Words" 📍WC: 3.2k 📍AU: detective/mafia 📍Genre: action, dark romance, poly romance 📍Warning(s): mentions of torture/r@pe, mentions of minor character death, a few punches, angst 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @yourfatherlucifer, @flurrys-creativity , @bunnliix, @adelusionforyourthoughts and occasionally @daemour 📍AN: just like a little warning, these last few chapters will be emotionally packed and quite angsty. While there is comfort, there is also the characters each reacting to what happened in their own way and it has made me cry a lil. While it is made obvious what has happened to reader in this chapter, once more no details were given just a brief description of the damage of her body. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable or you just dont feel up to sharing these emotions with these characters atm, that is perfectly fine- please take the time to read this when you feel up to it. It's not going anywhere i promise! 📍dividers and banner made by me! ageless blocks will be blocked immediately if you interact with this post

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Somehow, despite Yunho’s speedy driving, you fell asleep by the time they arrived at their shared home: a small industrial building on the south river that was repurposed as their base of operations. It was also Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s main residence.

Hongjoong had Jongho take you right to the master bathroom, which he followed. Jongho didn’t want to set you down to undress you, so with the hot water running from the multiple shower heads, they both stood fully clothed as they washed you up. Jongho was careful to keep the water from hitting your face, turning you slowly and as carefully as he could while Hongjoong was just as gentle cleaning the blood - and dried semen - off your body. 

It was an effort to remain calm, both freezing up when you made any movement to wake. How you managed to sleep through the entire shower, which was not quick by any means, only had them concerned. While it made sense you didn’t sleep during your time held hostage, it still hurt.

Stepping out of the shower they were faced with the dilemma of getting you dry despite both in their soaked clothes. A knock on their door drew their attention, Yunho freshly changed and standing in the doorway. “Hwa sent me as back up.” 

As if handing off a fragile valuable, Jongho gently handed you over to Yunho and into the towel he had. He didn’t take his eyes off you, pain burning brightly in them. Hongjoong did the best to comfort their youngest, patting his back to avert his attention. “Let’s change and then regroup with everyone. She needs her rest. Is the doctor here yet?” Yunho nodded, already leaving the bathroom. “I’ll send her in once I put Butterfly down. She said it was best to keep her naked until after she examines her. I’ll stay with her to put her in something comfortable after.” “Good. Clothes- ah thank you.” Hongjoong trailed off as Yunho pointed to two piles of clothes on the counter before leaving with you.

Once both men were dressed in clean clothes, and Hongjoong was sure there was no more blood on him, they left to join the others downstairs, passing the doctor Haru sent on the way.

Seonghwa had changed and cleaned up as well, standing behind the large sofa that both Yeosang and Mingi were sitting at, San pacing off to the side. There were no remnants of the rescue mission on any of them: no blood or dust or dirt. As if reading his mind, Seonghwa spoke up. “We didn’t want any reminders of what happened in case Angel woke up and saw us. Is she…?” “She slept through the whole shower and is now being checked out by the doctor. Yunho is going to stay and get her comfortable after.” With a deep breath, Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s make this quick, I want a debrief.” “Now?” Mingi gawked, swallowing any other retort at Hongjoong’s glare. “Right. Um, Yeosang?” Yeosang glared at him for throwing him under the bus, but sighed and relented. “She never left the safe house.” He knew what they wanted to know the most, how you had gotten caught. Why you hadn’t been safe. “After Seonghwa let her go and joined you to fight off the Blood Hounds, she tried to find you both.” He swallowed hard, remembering what he had seen on the screen at the time, the pride he had felt followed by the fear. “Some had stayed behind after you both gave yourself up. You were barely in their van when she… she killed one of them, and then got caught. They had her in a different car.” “By the time Yunho and I got there, she was long gone.” Mingi added on, looking up at his leader. “Yunho thought it would be a good idea not to let the others know right off the bat, considering San was knee deep in Viper territory and Wooyoung was the middle man for some negotiations. He didn’t want to risk either of them getting too emotional.” “You didn’t tell me until the day of!” San swiveled on his heel as he snapped at him. “I could’ve been out looking for her sooner!”

“San, he has a point.”

“Don’t give me that shit Seonghwa! She was held hostage and tortured, and the fact no one told Wooyoung is-” “You haven’t either.” Yeosang chimed in nonchalantly. “He just knew about Captain and Hwa.”

San however looked away with obvious guilt on his face, broad shoulders somehow getting even more tense. “Of course I didn’t. He would’ve-” “And you would’ve too.” Hongjoong brought the attention back to himself. “Both you and Wooyoung will act first, plan after, especially if it would come to her. So if we wanted her back to us alive, Yunho made the right call.” That was the reason he was third in command. He made smart and logical decisions even in the middle of chaos. There were times both Hongjoong and Seonghwa had needed Yunho to keep them levelheaded even, especially when it came to you. “But we will have to tell him now. Once she’s a bit more rested.” “You know… it was shocking how Jongho reacted.” Mingi pointed out, drawing attention to the youngest who had been silent behind Hongjoong. “You volunteered to work on it, looking around the area the van was last spotted at well through the night.” Jongho was visibly uncomfortable at the topic, swallowing hard. In fact he was avoiding everyone’s gaze. “I thought they were going to kill her.” Silence fell over the room, a solemn tension as they each thought of how they would’ve felt if the Blood hounds had actually killed you. Would it have spared you from the torture? No, chances are they would have tortured you until you died. That just left how empty they would have felt with you gone, the guilt that would eat them alive.

They were still wrestling with those thoughts as Wooyoung strutted in up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief. “You’re back!” He ran over with the intent of hugging them, but slowed once he got to San, noticing his body language and how the bigger man seemed to shrink away from him. “Sannie? What happened?” No one wanted to be the one to break the news, but they couldn’t hide it. Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look while Yeosang pulled out his tablet to look through the camera’s; he probably had one Junghoon on surveillance back at the precinct so he could be here for you. Mingi very obviously avoided looking at Wooyoung, even Jongho couldn’t hide the guilt on his features. Wooyoung looked at each of them, expression hardening as he realized quickly they were keeping something from him. Before he could question however, the door to the closed off loft, Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s area, opened and down the steps the doctor descended. Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the woman. “Dr. Handong?”

The woman adjusted her glasses as she stepped forward, adjusting the bag over her shoulder. “I finished my examination, it’s just like you had said. Most of the cuts done were pretty shallow, but there were some older ones that were pretty deep. My best guess is due to struggling.” She had ignored most of the men and spoke directly to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “No broken bones that I could make out, though her ankles and wrists are swollen from the binds she had been in. I left some painkillers and instructions for her care with the one upstairs and I can send over a female nurse to oversee her care for about a week?”

“Can someone explain to me what’s going on? She’s not talking about our Goddess is she? Why would she be all banged up?” Wooyoung’s voice rose an octave as he barked out questions, a tremble that grew with each word. “Wooyoung…” San reached out for him, but the man dodged him and stepped more in the room. “I think you know why.” Hongjoong moved to block Handong from Wooyoung’s view, needing this taken care of first. “Is there a reason a female nurse needs to be present? We can take care of her can’t we?” “No offense, but from my experience women don’t tend to lean on men after one has assaulted her in this way for days. She’s torn up pretty bad there, and it’s going to hurt and be uncomfortable for her to use the restroom, maybe even sit. It’s likely she’ll prefer female company, and a nurse would be able to make sure she is properly cleaned so no wounds get infected.” Handong replied coolly, unaffected by the reactions of the men. “You can leave the decision up to her, call me should she request one. My lady also extended the offer to have her recoup with us.”

“She’s not going anywhere!” Wooyoung’s shout startled Hongjoong enough to glance back, not at all surprised to see the fury and pain on his features. “Her home is with us and we’ll take care of her. My mom knows that.” He hissed out, pulling his arm from San’s grip and marching past the others. 

Mingi stood up to try and stop him, but Wooyoung was nothing if not quick. Jongho however grabbed him, yanking him back from the stairs. “Will you stop, she’s sleeping.” “Oh now you give a damn about her? After all the shit you said, you care how she is?” Wooyoung snapped out, struggling against his grip. “Let me go! You all did a fine job taking care of her after all.” “Wooyoung that’s not the case and you know it.” Hongjoong followed him in an attempt to help Jongho pull him away. Seonghwa had swept in and was seeing Handong out, the others rushing in to also keep Wooyoung from disturbing you. But he could be a force to be reckoned with, especially when it came to you recently. He climbed over Jongho and onto the stairs, both of them scrambling and beginning to fight. Somehow Wooyoung was on top, connecting a fist to Jongho’s jaw and giving up on passing him. Instead, he released his anger out on him. “Stop keeping me from her!” “Woo!” San reached for him again, just to be elbowed back. The stairs were too narrow for them all to intervene. “Shut up San! It’s his fault! If he hadn’t been so dead set on keeping her out just because of his hurt pride she wouldn’t have been there! We could have kept her safe better!” He brought his fist down again, Jongho catching it and rolling them over and held him down. “Will you shut up! She’s sleeping!” Jongho hissed out, pinning his arms above his head but that didn’t stop Wooyoung from squirming under him. “Like you give a damn with your ‘I hate all women now that I was two timed by one’ mentality! Seriously get over yourself! You’re just fucking pissed your ego got hurt.” He spat out, earning a punch from Jongho that had his head hitting the concrete stairs. “You don’t have room to talk, throwing a fit she didn’t fuck you first.”

Suddenly Jongho was yanked off, surprisingly by Hongjoong, and pushed back into the others that held him still. “You two, enough. We can bitch about who’s fault it is all day but that does nothing to help her right now. It happened, she’s hurt, right now she needs-” “Don’t tell me what she needs, Captain.” Wooyoung hissed out as he sat up, glaring at Jongho intently. “San and I both told you all how well she fits. How perfect she is for us. But you didn’t want to believe it, insisting she was going to play us just like that bitch did you. She’s dead now, would it take her dying in your arms to get through your thick skull that she’s not like that?! Is that-” “No!” Jongho’s broken cry interrupted him, shoulders falling as he vehemently shook his head. “She might as well have when I caught her today. I knew she would get hurt if she got wrapped up with us and she did! I was-” “Right? Are you happy you are?” Wooyoung wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, staring him down. “It was going to end up this one way or another. Either we killed her off or she ended up as one of us. Captain said so, Jongho! But you kept fighting! Every time we made a vote you insisted no, and this was an all or nothing decision!” Jongho winced at his words, looking away and fists clenched at his sides. “I know… I-” Yeosang stepped up to him, taking his hands in his for silent comfort. Just as he did, San made his way over to Wooyoung, hesitating to see if the man would even let him approach.

Wooyoung did, reaching out for him. “Am I wrong Sannie?”

Instead of answering, the man pulled Wooyoung onto his lap and held him. “Let’s not fight. Please? She needs us right now and… I need her to be okay.” He buried his head in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, breathing him in as he held on tight. Wooyoung softened significantly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him closer. “Oh baby, you’re right. I’m sorry… I can’t imagine how this feels for you.” Now that it seemed Wooyoung was calming down, focusing more on finding comfort and giving comfort with San, Hongjoong let out a long sigh. He moved to offer comfort as well, just to wobble and lean against the railing. “Shit…” They had been so concerned with you that Hongjoong had forgotten that he too had suffered torture, even if it was no where near as extensive as yours. It had been days since he ate or drank anything after all, and then somehow finding the strength to pull Jongho off Wooyoung? He was starting to crash from the adrenaline, now in the safety of his home, all of his lovers safe and secure.

Mingi was the one to catch and support Hongjoong when his legs gave out, having been silent the whole time. The man had his thoughts on the situation, but no one was in a condition to listen. “Should we get takeout?”

The simple question had a few of them laughing, food on no one’s mind but definitely on their stomachs with the few growls that resounded. 

“No need, I’ll cook.” Wooyoung lifted his head, voice strained from the silent tears he was finally letting slip. “I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon, Sannie and I can take care of our baby girl upstairs.” “That’ll be good.” Seonghwa called out from across the room, finally rejoining them. “Joong and I will eat and then rest down here. We all can take turns sitting upstairs with her in case she wakes up. We don’t want her to be alone.” Hongjoong nodded, leaning into Mingi and thankful for the support. “We’ll need some of you to be out on the field, but we can rely on Minjae and the others to oversee the Pirates main functions for now. Wooyoung can do a lot of work from here as can Yeosang so…” “I’ll have Yechan bring me some things from my place at the precinct, I don’t want to leave.” Yeosang chimed in, his entire focus still on Jongho. “You want to stay too, right?”

Slowly he nodded his head, leaning into Yeosang. “My jaw hurts.” Yeosang cracked a smile while Wooyoung laughed. “Good! My strength training is paying off. Soon I’ll have San sized muscles!” “Oh please, like we need more muscle.” Yeosang teased, taking Jongho over to the couch. Mingi also took that as a sign to start helping Hongjoong over to one of the couches around the large open spaced area. After setting him down, he helped Seonghwa. Wooyoung and San had gotten up and made their way to the open kitchen with the intention of feeding and taking care of the others. San started grabbing drinks while Wooyoung put all of his energy into cooking. Were any of them really okay? No. Silence fell over them as they busied themselves with whatever task, but every single one of them constantly glanced over at the windows of the loft, the black curtains hiding the room and any sound inside. They fretted over when you would wake up, over what your reaction would be, and so forth.

Wooyoung made a small feast and had it laid out on the coffee table so Hongjoong and Seonghwa could eat easily, the others also digging in with uncharacteristic silence. No flirting from Wooyoung or fight stories from San. No old man jokes from Jongho or mom and dad moments from their Captain and Vice. No teasing Mingi, or shenanigans that usually surrounded them when they ate together in this place.

Nothing but a heavy weight on their shoulders that didn’t feel any better with each bite. Wooyoung finally convinced Hongjoong to let him take food up to Yunho and for you, the man rushed up the stairs with a tray after he fretted over making it pretty for several moments. Stepping into the room he held the tray tightly so as not to drop it, but his heart felt like it fell through the floor. Yunho was on the bed with you on his lap, sobbing as he rocked back and forth gently. He looked up when Wooyoung entered, making a motion to keep quiet, but it drew your attention.

You lifted your head just as Wooyoung set the tray down nearby. Seeing the tears run down your swollen and red eyes hurt, but not as much as when you dislodged yourself from Yunho and lifted your arms up to Wooyoung.

The man burst into tears, easily sweeping you into his arms as he sat on the bed next to you. “It’s okay baby girl, you’re safe now. We aren’t going to let anything like that happen again.” You sniffled and sobbed, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Wooyoung- don’t leave me.” The broken tone just tore at his heart even more and he sobbed silently into your hair that smelled of Seonghwa’s shampoo and conditioner. “Course not Goddess, how could I leave you? Never again you hear? I love you too much for that.” His own voice trembled with the confession, hands rubbing up and down your back, recognizing one of Mingi’s shirts that he kept here. They all had some clothes kept here and it was a joy to see you in them, to have you smelling like them and holding onto him like this. He just hated how it came about. 

His confession seemed to relax you, the soft touch of your dried lips on his neck sending a shiver down his spine as you breathed him in. “I love you too.” Just as his words had eased your mind, your confession eased his. He moved to lay you down under the blankets, continuing to hold you close and comfort you as best he could. 

He’d keep on his promise, never again would he leave you.

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AN about the Taglists: So to make sure that when Case: It's Us has a taglist of readers I know are reading and interacting, I will be redoing the taglist for Case: It's Us. To apply for it, I'll have special instructions on the last chapter of Case: It's You to do so. SO if you are part of the Case: It's You taglist, keep in mind it won't be carried over unless you follow the instructions I give. And considering that Case: It's Us won't be posted until late Janruary-Early March (the exact date isnt decided yet, i have a busy end of the year so i do not want to make promises), it will be best to be put on that Taglist so you know when it's available. If you have ao3, I recommend following CIY on there, in which I will make an announcement on CIY when CIU is up on ao3 and you can subscribe to it for notifications that way. I post the ao3 and the Tumblr versions usually the same day or back to back days (its easier to post on ao3 as opposed to here where i need the warnings and tags for each chapter. Thank you for loving and following along to Case: It's You! Hard to believe two more chapters after this! If you've read the note, I would appreciate in the comments or in your reblog which of all characters of CIY are your favorite! As well as which one you would like to see more of! (yes I know Jongho please don't hate me) With Love~ Doom

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The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity) Chapter One: A Lesson In Kissing

Chapter One: A Lesson In Kissing

warnings: kissing, exploring sexually, fluff, mentions of IRL creative licenses/pop culture references pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: after a few weeks of getting to know the shy and stoic Nanami Kento, you invite him over to your dorm to watch some anime. as things progress, you realize that you have taken his kissing virginity...

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Classes had begun fairly well and you were getting into the full swing of things. Moving to a different city and going to a prestigious university hadn’t been your initial plan, but when you won the bursary and the scholarship, you found yourself unable to say no. Your parents had encouraged you to go, praising you for your high grades and your charismatic nature. So with that in mind, you had been very excited about the prospect.

You had worked in a bank a little bit during your last year of high school. And it completely changed your mindset about money. You decided not long after that that you were going to study to become a financial advisor. You wanted to be able to help people with their money. You wanted them to see that they could make good, fiscal plans with their assets.

And taking classes in business and finance could open a lot of doors for you. Even if the financial advisor job fell through, you could make your way into a job in stocks. Anything in the financial and business field would make you happy.

This is where you met Nanami Kento. He’s shy, sullen and stoic. He hides in the back of your shared classes. You swear he’s not paying attention whatsoever, but he’s acing the tests and the quizzes. He’s at the top of the class, no matter the subject. He’s got his nose buried in a book or his notebook most of the time.

It was his amber eyes that drew you in. Most of the time you only got to see one as he covers the other with his bangs. He rarely smiles, which also draws you in. Everyone else is dressed in business attire, whereas Kento wears business casual. And he’s very heavy on the casual side of things.

But due to his academic successes and good grades, nobody is batting an eyelash at him. Seemingly you might be the only person in these classes that is even remotely interested in him. One thing that really caught your eye was his collection of pins on his jacket.

You approach him one day after class, and he shoots you a confused look. Everyone is leaving the classroom, but you wanted to get to know him more. You wanted to approach him. And the minute you do, you notice not only does he have a look of confusion on his face, but he’s also blushing.

“You’re Nanami-san, yes?” You inquire, even if you know the answer.

He pulls his bag over his shoulder, “Y-yes. That’s me.”

You introduce yourself and extend your hand out to him, “Nice to meet you. I really like your pin.”

When he doesn’t shake your hand, you point at the cute little GIR pin on his lapel. Not many people you know have watched Invader Zim. He sort of looks at you in shock for a minute before turning away. 

“Thanks, see ya.”

And you don’t approach him for another few weeks after that first encounter. You wonder if he’s just shy or if he’s abrasive. He seems so cute in your eyes. So you push yourself to make an effort to talk to him more.

The second time, you invite him out to lunch. He doesn’t outright say yes, but he also doesn’t say no. He begins to follow you to the cafe just outside of the campus. You both order a coffee and sit in silence for a little bit.

“How’d you find the test?” You ask him, taking a sip of your coffee.

He shrugs, “It was fine.”

“You must be very smart. You’re at the top of our class.”

He blushes and shrugs once more, “I don’t know. It’s just not too hard for me.”

The conversation dies down before you head over to the counter and order two sandwiches. Then you return with the two plates and Kento is confused. It’s been a long time since anyone has bought him lunch. He’s really not sure why someone as beautiful as you would even bother with him.

“Do you like the band The Used?”

Kento’s eyes widen, “Y-yeah! You like The Used?”

You nod. “Love ‘em! They are so awesome.”

This begins an acquaintanceship between you and Kento. You spend the lunch hour chatting about your favorite bands, your favorite manga and anime and of course, your favorite tv shows. You both discover very quickly that you have so much in common.

By the time lunch hour is over, you’re both upset that you’ll have to end the conversation. You see Kento in a whole new light, and him…he realizes that there are still some good people in this world.

The next time you two meet, you invite him to your dorm room. He’s never been invited to someone’s dorm since he enrolled, so he’s a little nervous about it. Not to mention the fact that he thinks he’s developing a crush on you. This coupled with the fact that he’s entirely a virgin scares him. Nevertheless, he makes his way to your dorm and knocks on the door. In his other hand is a bag of snacks and drinks to share with you.

“Kento-kun! Nice to see you! Come in,” you greet him in such a sunny way. Your demeanor was beginning to remind him of someone from his past.

He smiles shyly, “Thanks.”

He makes his way into your little space. Despite it being small, you’ve managed to make it feel so nice and cozy. It’s well decorated with band posters, comfy furniture and even a little kitchenette area. He’s surprised that you could make such a small place look so much like a home.

“Sit down,” you motion to the couch. “I’ll get us some cups.”

You return to the living room area of the room and join him on the couch. On your little TV, you have some old anime playing. Kento is immediately sucked in. You find the drinks in his bag and pour the drinks. Your fingers brush against his when you pass him the cup. He shudders from the sudden contact, hiding it by returning his attention to the TV.

“You like this?” You gesture to the TV.

He nods, “Yeah, this is Ninja Scroll, right?”

“Yeah! I didn’t think anyone was still interested in this sort of stuff.”

You and Kento begin a conversation about anime and the movie that’s playing. You both can’t stop talking to each other. It’s just like the conversation continues to flow so naturally between the two of you. The more you conversed., the more you found yourself liking him. He’s cute, knowledgeable and not like a lot of the other guys you’ve met.

As the conversation dies down, both of you sit in a comfortable semi-silence. The movie comes to a point where the romance is noticeable. You feel your heart pumping a little faster when you look at Kento again.

He’s blushing as his eyes lock with yours. He’s never even kissed before, but he’s not stupid. He knows where you want to take this relationship, but he’s so damn scared to fuck it up. There’s got to be some sort of false confidence he could display.

Yet the minute your soft lips press against his, he knows you’re going to be able to suss out his inexperience within seconds. He doesn’t know how to kiss you back, so he sits there stunned. His hands are shaking as you sit even closer to him. And then when you pull away, you notice the look on his face.

“Shit, I am so sorry, Kento. I thought…well, I thought maybe you wanted to make-out.”

Kento’s cheeks burn even more, “I-I do, I just… Idon’tknowhowto.”

You can barely make out what he’s just said. But the sentiment is there and you pick it apart. He’s never made out before. Your brain turns this information over a few times and then it clicks. That was probably his first kiss. You begin to blush and apologize profusely.

“I am so sorry, I thought that maybe…”

Then he surprises you. He kisses you. It’s sloppy and harsh, but you appreciate it all the same. Your hand reaches out to cup his face, and he shudders again. You’re so soft and you smell so good and the feeling of your lips on his makes his heart race. When he pulls away, he’s the one apologizing.

“Don’t even say you’re sorry. That was a sweet kiss.”

Then the two of you turn to face each other. The tension could be cut with a knife. You reach out to cup his face again, pulling him even closer. His hands shake as he tries to caress you, but he’s just not even sure what to do. You lead him through another kiss, this time you deepen it just a bit more.

His fists stay clenched at his side for the first part of this kiss, then you gently reach out to intertwine your fingers with his. The minute you do this, he melts into the kiss.

Then you pull away, leaning your forehead against his. Your hands are so soft against his face. He nuzzles his face into your palm before he leans in once more. This time, Kento takes the lead which surprises you. He pins you down on the couch with his body weight.

The kisses that follow are so tentative and slow. He’s learning how to be less sloppy and more precise. He’s gaining confidence the more you two explore, and soon you feel his hands on your sides. He caresses you so softly, almost like he’s afraid you’re going to slip away and end up being some figment of his imagination.

“You’re a good kisser,” you compliment him when you both pull away to breathe.

“T-thanks…you were my first.”

You cup his cheeks, “I know that, baby.”

Then your lips meet in another sweet kiss. But this time you surprise him by gliding your tongue along his bottom lip. Kento freezes for a moment, then he parts his lips.

‘So soft, so sweet…tastes so good.’ His mind is racing with thoughts like this. ‘Wanna taste her even more…’

Your tongues rub and roll together sensually. Soon you feel him grinding against you and you notice just how hard he is. His erection is poking against your thigh. And as much as you want to keep going, you think it’s probably for the best that you pace these things out.

So you pull away, leaving Kento panting and looking so dazed. He’s so sweet like this. This is the cutest look on his face you have ever seen. His lips try to chase yours a little, but you pull back just enough. Then you caress his cheek.

“Let’s slow this down, yeah?”

He swallows hard. “Oh uhm…yeah okay.”

You notice his disappointment, “I just don’t want you to rush into this. Let’s make this something special,”

He finally nods and smiles. His heart feels full of affection for you. This was exactly what he needed after all the trauma in his life. You were truly someone who cared and you were looking out for him.

You kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry. I really like you. I’m not kicking you out.”

He smiles shyly, “Okay cool. Can we maybe cuddle?”

You wrap your arms around him and bring him even closer. His head rests on your chest and you two fall into the blissful happiness of cuddles.

[xuchiya]

gamer moments

₊˚.༄ || soft valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

having a gamer boyfriend, yunho would probably be convincing you to play valorant. the amount of patience he has when you were struggling is a big green waving flag.

"stay there babe, jett will be there any moment." yunho, using chamber, as his valorant character, he went on a different direction making you panic initially, "w-wait yu-" it was the last countdown before the shield disolves, scaring you more. you right click to move the scope close to you and aim at the character--jett. you kept firing until you saw it laying on the ground, dead. a wash of relief covers your body, as you take cover behind the boxes to reload as you finish reloading, you were met with another enemy-- omen and before you could even aim, you were killed.

you smack the table out in frustration, opening your mouth to curse at the character and the gmaer behind, "ARGH YOU DIM-!"

"language!" yunho called, laughs at your unexpected reaction. his game play was smooth, knows the angle, how to use his weapons, understand the flow of his character. he's amazing.

the next round came, the other and another until it was a deathmatch; one more point between your team as the defender and your enemies (attacker) will determine your victory or defeat.

It was moment of, ironically, death or life in the game. you can feel the pressure as yunho look at you with a glint of determination, "you can do this babe!" he cheered, his wide grin knocking off your scared senses, rotating your shoulders as your fingers hover on the key and gripping your mouse tightly in your hand.

"to victory!" you look at him with a smirk, he nodded laughing at your sudden boost of confidence. he leans in to place a quick kiss on your lips, just right as the shield dissolve and the deathmatch begins.

"ah shi- no!" it was for a brief moment that you saw chamber (yunho's character) fell on the ground, dead, made your heart race a lot and face burning as the sudden thought of carrying this whole game on your shoulder as the best player is out.

there's only you and Neon left, and 3 more other players on the opposing side. Neon manage to kill one of the players before she was killed by Omen. Your worst enemy since the beginning.

"you can do it babe!" for a first time player, you had a good grip of learning your character immediately. you were walking around, looking for a place to spike the plant. Sound of the metal clanging on the ground as the spike is planted and the automated voice of announcing of your plantation. yunho was watching on his seat, not giving you any words except of encouragement.

"my babe has 23 kills? holy shi-" yunho gape at the screen as he checks every players status and seeing your kills for a first time player is shocking. you were focusing on the game when the screen showed a red paint, indicating you were hit.

immediately, aiming at sage. she was an easy hit for you, but the last one will be a little difficult. you walk around but staying in the same area as the spike; just as you predicted, the last player was diffusing the spike.

in a swift moment, your fingers press on the keys and in a blur of the moment, the screen showed a green banner. victory.

"LET'S GO!!" yunho cheered, standing up. you removed your headphones; not believing the actual victory. yunho grab your hands, hugging you whilst jumping around, "my babe is pro gamer!"

you laugh at his enthusiasm but jump along with the victory. even if you failed multiple times, yunho's patience never waver. he was always been there for you, to see you struggle and stand back up, to see you cry and wipe them on your own and to see you defeated and to gain victory on your own.

you look up to him, arms wrap around his waist, eyes twinkling in admiration, "well i have the best gamer-teacher..." his ears redden at the unexpected compliment, yunho looks at your with the same eyes; full of affection. he leaned down, catching your lips with his. it molded perfectly.

he pulled away, pecking your nose before pulling you down with him on his gaming chair, "i know the game can be tiring so i'm letting you rest up while i go for another game." you chuckle, adjusting yourself on his lap. he knew you so well that things like this are new to you and that made you drain, mentally and physically.

you rest your head on his shoulders while he left light kisses on your head as the match began.

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[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [+18] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: hi sashi! I couldn't find any fic of uryu on your masterlists, so I thought I could request one for him. For the prompt if it's not taken yet, "watching you in silence" with female reader, please! Thank you and congratz for 5.5K! 🤍 ➜ hi love!! yes, indeed this is my first time writing for him! it turned out a little bit longer than expected so I divided it in to two parts! Hope you like it! 💖 ✦ tw: part 1 is completely sfw! be careful if you haven't read the last chapter of manga! Uryu is already a doctor (28 y/o) so he isn't a minor anymore. (the image used for the banner is him now) Will post part 2 in the following days :3 that one includes +18 content! ✦ masterlist ✦ part 2

Watching you in silence the reflection on his glasses; your body dancing underneath the night lights.

Never once he dared to confess. Never once he dared to touch your face even if you fell asleep on his shoulder so many times. If there was something Dr. Ishida Uryu was for you, it was your safe place.

But his heart ached for you, his body claimed yours; that sweet young boy that has now bloomed into a mature man, has loved you since high school days.

Karakura town seems, as always, a peaceful place to live. You walk through the streets of the city centre with a bag full of bread. Inoue-san made her dream come true, and now, she has her own bakery. So, whenever you visit her you come back with much more than what you went to buy.

As you yawn you take a look at the big, white building ahead of you. It shines with the sun, and the blue details on the walls always shine much more. Ishida clinic, your workplace, it’s always been a very sophisticated place.

You were on guard last night, and now the weekend awaits for your tired mind to enjoy it, fully. Yet, even if sometimes you wish you never put a step into that place, you decide to pay a visit to the floor you’ve been assigned since you get the job.

“I have too much bread in this bag, I will visit the guys and bring them some” you murmur, smiling as you get inside the doors of the clinic.

As you enter, the security guard waves at you with a big smile. And after giving him a choux filled with chocolate, you take the elevator to floor 6.

“I bring you bread; I bring you calories!” you chime right at the entrance of the nurses office. Everyone of your workmates jolts from their seats and others come when their duties are over. Everybody enjoys the delicious pastries from Kurosaki & Inoue Patisserie.

Soon, you decide is time to leave. Today is little Kazui’s birthday, so, you need to get ready for the night as you are going to have dinner with them.

“Bye bye!! Have a good guard!!” you salute your friends, and as you turn around -carefree and a little violently- you bump into a man wearing glasses.

His slender fingers and unpolluted white coat receive you in their embrace, holding you not to fall on him.

Your eyes reflect on his glasses, even if his black bangs cover half of his right eye.

“Dr. Ishida…” you murmur, in awe. When you were still in high school you always saw him like a cute boy, who later on showed how strong and amazing he could be. Yet, his handsome looks were never important to you until that deadly situation that involved a war on the skies…

“(Name)! are you ok? Why are you here in your free day?” he asks, surprised and worried. He never misses your schedule, for some reason he knows it better than you.

You slowly walk back. Just a few steps. Feeling your cheeks burn, you apologize for bumping into him. “I’m sorry, Ury- Dr. Ishida. I didn’t see you were behind me! I am good, I just passed by to give some bread to the guys. Inoue gave me a lot; you know how she is”

Those words sound like a deeper truth to the Quincy. Of course, you never noticed him being behind you…

“It’s ok, (Name)” he sighs, fixing his glasses with his ring finger over the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to Kazui’s birthday party tonight?” Uryu asks, walking outside the nurse office and into the hall with you.

You nod, with a bright smile that makes him gasp and immediately after hide behind his onyx hair. He is still a shy guy, after all.

You show him the contents of one of your bags, two boxes with blue and white paper wrapping and a big bow on top. “One from me, one from you. I knew you would be working late today so naturally you wouldn’t have time to buy your nephew a present” you tell him; professionalism is only used when there are more people around you two.

He lets his straight shoulders fall. His head does the same. Of course, he forgot. “Thank you, (Name). You need to tell me how much is i-“

“ISHIDA URYU, IT ISN’T NECESSARY! You are gonna come pick me up tonight, thus, there is the payment” you cut him off. He didn’t say he was going to pick you up; you just ordered him to do so.

He smiles, softly. “I was going to pick you up either way. See you at nine, ok?” he says, quickly as his beeper starts ringing. A new patient, or some kind of emergency awaits for the best doctor.

You beam back. Trying to read the message on the tiny screen of his calling device. But he doesn’t allow you to do so. “It’s your free day. I can do it. Go”

“Oh… ok, Doc ~” you jump to kiss his cheek and purr, for you to then leave with little jumps playfully through the halls of your workplace.

As you walk away, and Uryu still remains where you left him, he takes his soft hand to his equally soft cheek. He feels like it burns, but a good type of heat. And his heart, beats faster than what he could probably consider healthy.

“Dr. Ishida!! Code blue!” one of the nurses wakes him up from the dream of your lips crushing against his lips instead of his cheek the next time.

“Code blue?? CODE BLUE!”

As you pick the dress you are wearing for tonight, you think of him. Your Quincy friend has been in your mind a lot lately. Why? Well, you aren’t still very sure.

“I’m going for the yellow flowery one, I think is not gonna be that chilly tonight” you lie to yourself, you know you will end up asking Orihime for a coat since the guys are gonna be hosting a barbeque at the rooftop.

You let your hair lose, you are tired of having it up in a tie ponytail every day of the week for work. A little bit of makeup, perhaps a little more than usual.

The packages with your present next to Uryu’s one rest on the coach next to the door, ready for when he rings your bell.

As you wait for your Quincy friend, you think about him. You see him like a star; not only handsome but also extremely successful. There is no woman that blushes whenever he asses them, and still, he doesn’t seem to notice.  You always asked yourself why, being as intelligent as he is, Uryu never left to the big city nor got married…

The bell makes you jump from the coach. You were so deep into your thoughts -and the photos you took last summer with him- that you got pretty scared.

“I’m coming Uryu!” you chime, spraying some sweet perfume while you look into the mirror one last time. With your purse and the present bag in your hands, you open the door.

The breeze of spring kisses your cheeks and plays with your lose hair as you watch an all-white dressed Uryu stand on your porch.

His blue eyes open big and swallow your beauty entirely. His pale lips separate, and even if there is plenty of air around not a single molecule of oxygen gets inside his body.

“Hey! I’m glad I have such a good-looking friend to pick me up! Thank you, my neighbours will finally stop thinking I’m becoming the crazy cat lady” you joke, closing the door behind you.

However, Uryu isn’t laughing. He actually isn’t reacting. He is standing there, with no signs of life whatsoever.

You tilt your head to the side; he is either being abducted by the shadows again or he worked that much he is sleeping with his eyes open.

“Ishida Uryu? Earth calling Uryu-chan?” you snap your fingers in front of him to catch his attention -even if you had all of it-.

He softly shakes his head and blinks back. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes, but he plays it cool. Uryu turns around quickly to cover his blush; a blush you saw either way.

“You wanna walk? Or do I took the car?” he asks, since the Kurosaki family’s house is pretty near yours.

“I think we should walk, the spring breeze will ease someone’s blushed cheeks…” you murmur, so low he didn’t hear.

“Come again?” “Walking. I feel like enjoying the spring breeze!”

Both begin to head towards North. The moon shines brightly above your heads and there isn’t much sound around the neighbourhood. Some buzzing neon lights of ramen places tint puddles of rainwater from last night. And the beauty of the pink kisses of millions of buds of sakura flowers fill your eyes.

“What a beautiful night! No wonder it has to be Kazui’s anniversary!” you comment, taking your phone to snap some pictures and walking a little bit further than him.

“It’s really beautiful, (Name)” Uryu whispers, with his hands inside the pockets of his white pants. He seems a lot more silent than always, as if something was happening to him.

“What is it with you tonight, U-chan?” you call him like when you were in school, making him gasp behind you. Turning around, you notice a miserable man that’s normally your friend and colleague.

He sighs. Looking at you with nostalgic eyes. As if he had the sensation of having lost too much time in life.

“Nothing at all, (Name)… it’s just th- CAREFUL!” he suddenly screams, pouncing into you.

You freeze. His arms around your waist have you trapped. Noses almost touching, breathing hastily, dilated pupils fixed into each other’s.

“W-what?” you stutter. “You- you were about to hit your head with that pole” he whispers, and soon you notice that right behind his hand that is now over your temple there is a big pole of a street light.

You close your eyes. Yet again, he saved you from your own clumsiness. But, why isn’t he letting you go? why are you still grabbed to his clothes? Why your skins are so joyful of being one against the other?

“Th-thank you. I’m an idiot” you mumble, looking down, discovering his lips being so close to yours.

“You… you aren’t an idiot. You were – asking- me… uh…” he tries to keep talking, but he is unable to do so. His brain cells aren’t connecting, his tongue doesn’t want to talk it only wants to kiss. His lips are burning, itching, getting dragged like a magnet to yours.

You swallow and blink slowly. It feels like the movies. You are sure he is exactly feeling the same way… You close your eyes, waiting for him to plaster the so wanted peck.

And just, exactly when the warmth of his mouth close to yours feels so hot, the sound of his phone breaks the beautiful moment.

Both quickly separate. Acting as if what was just about to happen never did. Uryu lets go free from his hug, your hands unclench to his clothes. Both cheeks burn but soon you turn around acting silly to brush off the tension.

“Kurosaki? What?” Uryu answers the phone with quite a bad mood. “Yeah, mhh. Nothing happened to me. We are about to get there. Mhh, yes. Bye”

You watch him slip his phone back into his pocket, and waits for you to turn around.

“It was Kurosaki. He said Kazui was asking for you and me” he says, all serious, acting as he always does at the hospital. “By the way, are you ok? Did you get hurt in any way?” he asks, making sure you didn’t suffer any injury from his “saving movement”.

You smile sweetly. That little boy is always as sweet as his mom. “I’m fine, U-chan. You saved me, thank you… now come on, my sweet little tangerine is waiting for us. Auntie and uncle are going!” you chime pulling Uryu from his hand. You want to act as normal as possible, just to categorically avoid even thinking of the almost kissing situation from before.

The doctor flinches when he hears “auntie and uncle”. Perhaps it is his heart wanting that to be a reality or maybe all of this has become unbearable for his shyness.

In any case both walk in silence the couple of streets until you get to your friends house. Inside, you can already hear Ichika’s screams followed by Rukia’s scolding.

“Ah… the pests” you giggle. You love the Shinigami kids, but the Quincy joke has to be told as Uryu and you aren’t soul reapers but the opposite.

Uryu let a little smile slip through his lips, and it’s enough for you not to keep pushing any other type of conversation.

Soon, the beautiful ginger Inoue opens the door, letting both of you enter into her home. For your friends, you are an already married couple, even if you haven’t ever shown any signs of romantic relationship. Yet, going everywhere together, working one next to the other, and the looks in your eyes when nobody seems to be watching are enough proof for them.

And as soon as you reach the living room, two little pests attack you. Kazui and Ichika jump over Uryu and then you. On a much more far position, you found little Nemuri standing, watching in awe everything that happens.

Chad, Rukia, Renji, Ichigo, Byakuya and his new wife, Urahara and Yoruichi, and Ichigo’s family are already at the rooftop ready to enjoy a delicious barbeque.

Uryu goes upstairs first, carrying the kids with him. Nemuri gets shily closer to him, but soon gives him a soft smile. The doctor, that once met an older version of her, pats her head with sweetness as they walk.

You accompany Inoue towards the kitchen; she needs to take some food upstairs, so you help her. However, you wait for Uryu to fully disappear to speak to her.

“Orihime, I need to tell you something that just happened” you whisper.

The ginger beauty turns around excitedly; “Don’t tell me you are already dating?” she asks, excitedly. A lot more than any other person.

You frown in confusion. “Dating? I- Uryu and I?” you stutter, she didn’t even name him, but you knew. And she did too.

“You aren’t? But… I thought he was going to t- nevermind… what was it?”

You aren’t allowed to tell her, as the kids have already come downstairs to drag you up. “Mommy, Auntie!! The meat is ready!!!”

The night seems like any other where you all have fun and eat delicious food all together like a family. However, Uryu seems more silent than ever. There are times where your sights cross, but he immediately looks down and fixes his glasses to avoid the eye contact.

You try to brush off that feeling of having done something bad. Because it is exactly what you think you did; perhaps offering your lips have only upset him… after all, you were ready to ruin a friendship of more than 20 years.

“Honey, do you know what’s happening to the Quincy boy?” Isshin Kurosaki asks you, looking at who could have been more than his son’s friend if the past events turned a little different.

“I… I’m not sure, Kurosaki-san. He has always been a serious man” you lie…

Soon, music starts to play, and the kids want to dance. Of course, Rukia, her sister-in-law, Kisuke, Yoruichi and Orihime join the dancing, while Ichika tries to pull his noble uncle to the “dance floor” to do the same.

Kazui comes straight to you; “Auntie (Name), come dance with us?” “Of course, honey! You are the birthday boy so let’s dance until our feet hurt!”

There seems to be something magical that cannot be described when you enjoy the love of family. The soft breeze of late April plays with the hem of your yellow flowery dress and for some seconds you forget about Uryu.

The fairy lights that warmly light up the rooftop, look beautiful contrasted with a dark night sky.

With bare feet you dance, while Uryu watches you in silence. You are reflected on his glasses, with blurry tiny dots of light around. He loses his serious frown; his expression has now softened. Everything, absolutely everything seems to disappear when he looks at you… always from afar, always so mute.

“Ishida… ISHIDA!” “What?!” “When are you gonna tell her?” Ichigo asks, this time pretty worried because his friends seems miserable.

Uryu sighs, taking off his glasses and wrapping his forehead with his hands. He rests his chin on his palm, trying to search for a reason, for a single excuse beside being scared of rejection.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Kurosaki. I… what would happen if she rejected me? We work together, we are like family” he murmurs, in between the laughter of the kids and the women dancing.

“Do you know who my wife is, Quincy?” Renji chimes in. “I- YOU KNOW WHO HER BROTHER IS? KUCHIKI TAICHO, YOU WANTED TO KILL ME WHEN YOU KNEW?” he asks his captain and now brother-in-law.

Byakuya looks at his empty glass of lime soda and sighs. “I wanted to kill you multiple times. Yes. But Rukia loves you, who am I to tell her not to marry you?”

“Taicho… -.-”

Ichigo starts laughing at Renji, hitting his back. Uryu smiles and softly chuckles; even Byakuya does.

“Really? Kurosaki what about you? You dork! You married Orihime but you had to wait until I got married to ask her out!!” Renji spits, pushing Ichigo to the side. “What I am trying to say is that by confessing to her I almost got slayed in two by Senbonzakura, Ishida! You shouldn’t be afraid! Go tell her” he continues, being absolutely serious and fair.

“Kids, Uryu… listen here, take your time and you will see that you will become the bravest of men when it’s time” Kurosaki Isshin intervenes, and there is no braver man than him. After all, he give it all for love.

Uryu nods. He perfectly understands what he meant. And with a candid smile from all of them, and some more cans of beer opened, the topic gets settled.

Soon, the time of blowing the candles arrive. Kazui is turning five today, but it seems to all of you that it was barely yesterday when you all were teenagers saving the world.

“Happy birthday Kazui!!”

You all take photos with him, first, aunt and uncle Abarai, the Kuchiki and their plushie of Wakame Taishii too. Yoruichi, who had become a cat by express request of the birthday boy, and Kisuke do too. Chad, who gifted Kazui his first pair of boxing gloves appears on a tik tok Orihime makes playing with his kid and lastly Uryu and you.

“Smile!” the ginger woman chimes, pointing her phone towards his son and you two. Kazui asks her mom to wait, and instantly stands up to hug you two. “My auntie and uncle!! When will I have a new cousin to play with? Is he gonna be a Quincy too?”

You gawk, looking at Uryu. He does the same, and in between giggles Orihime snaps a picture that will forever remain in your memories. Your eyes met, your lips separate, and the time, as well as in the photo, also seems to stop.

“Oh, the sincere looks of love…” Inoue whispers to his husband, who sighs… when will his friend realize how much they love each other?

Inside you, there is a mix of feelings… have you ever thought about a kid? With him? You aren’t sure, but, the idea seems both scary and beautiful.

When it’s time to go, and you salute everybody, you bite your lower lip. It’s time to walk back home, next to him. His car is parked right by your entrance, there is no way you could avoid his company… not that you wanted to avoid it, either way.

As you begin walking, not a single word is being spoken. Your shoulders feel cold, your legs too. So, you, as in a cliché romantic movie, hug yourself to try to get a little bit warmer.

And of course, Uryu notices.

“Have my coat” he says, taking his long white jacket off and putting it over your shoulders.

You wish to say no, but you simply can’t. Instead, you snuggle to it, allowing his soft perfume to reach your nose. A little smile garnishes your lips, a smile you try to hide. But a smile he notices looking at you with the corner of his eye.

A few blocks ahead of silent walk and you are already by your door. And it’s time to say goodnight… but does any of you wanted to say bye?

You put a foot on your porch, while he stays still at the very entrance of it. For some seconds, both look at each other. Swallowing, waiting for something else to happen.

“Uryu I-“  “(Name) I-“

Both speak at the same time; and both stop at the same time as well. “I- please, go ahead” you say, knowing very well he won’t take the opportunity.

“You can go first…” he shyly murmurs, now absolutely unable to say anything else.

You take a deep breath; you are freezing. “U-chan, would you like to come inside and have some coffee? It’s still pretty early… unless you are tired and I will understand and so- uh-” you start rumbling, you need to fill the silence he is giving. But he stops you with simple words…

“(Name), I’m in love with you” “Uryu…”

continues in ➡ part 2

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 4

banner by ren

When I was a small girl I remember spending many summers at my Nan and Poppy’s house in the English countryside. My grandparents preferred to live the old-fashioned way, san electricity so as soon as the sunset it was bedtime for Penny and me. I remember being terribly upset as she called us inside from our day of play, almost on the brink of crying tears.

“Don’t worry love,”

Nan would say as she’d scoop me up in her arms.

“the sun will come out tomorrow and then you can play.”

From that day on, I’d developed a strong anticipation for morning. Morning time meant waking up to help Nan make scones and clotted cream and being able frolic outside with Penny all day.

But as summers with Nan and Poppy diminished and I grew older, mornings lost their magical appeal. Especially mornings that I knew would be spent nursing a hangover and regretting my actions from the previous night.

I woke to a an endless stream of sun pouring through my bedroom window and a splitting headache. As soon as I opened my eyes, I regretted it. I just wanted to curl into a ball under my duvet and never come out of my room ever again. I felt terrible physically and emotionally. Even though I’d consumed a bazillion shots of alcohol last night, I still vividly remembered the scene I’d made last night at the pub. I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself. Every time I thought I was getting things done smoothly they always turned out to be a massive mess. Now I bet I’ve creeped Harry out to the point where he’ll never want to go out with me again, better yet, even come into the shop again. Damn it, he would have made such a good fake boyfriend too.

Maybe I can just strangle myself with this duvet to save myself from the embarrassment I’ll feel the next time Harry comes into the shop and I have to admit to Mum and Penny that my boyfriend doesn’t exist. Or maybe Jessa will kill me when she hears I’ve driven her favorite curly-haired customer away.

Ollie, who’d been comfortably curled up in his bed in the corner of my room pounced on the bed and playful pawed at my face, his way of telling me good morning and his nice way of demanding breakfast. I lazily reached over and scratched behind his ears. He purred happily.

“Mummy’s a bloody idiot who’s going to die lonely.” I groaned.

Ollie just stared at me with those adorable blue eyes I fell in love with and crawled on my lap curling himself into a ball. If I embarrassed myself last night, there’s no telling how I made Harry feel, maybe I should call him and apologize? It’s the least I can do after acting like such an idiot.

I rolled on my side much to Ollie’s dismay and retrieved my cell phone from my night stand. Unlocking my phone, I realized I had three missed text messages. One last night from Jess catching me up on the events of Downton Abbey that I couldn’t care less about, another one last night from Penny about how she and Liam were still up in the air about their wedding date and did I have any suggestions and another one this morning from an unknown number. Generally unknown numbers didn’t text me so that was the message I focused my attention on first.

I think we need to talk. How about cuppa ? H x

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who the hell is H? Couldn’t they at least leave a name like the proper, courteous person would. My hangover headache seemed to be getting worse just out of sheer annoyance.

Look mate, I’m hungover and my head’s killing me. Who the bloody hell is this?

I stared blankly at the screen. It waited for about a minuet before I got a reply.

This is Harry. Sorry, I thought you had my number H x

It was almost as if that one little text was the cure to my hangover. So I hadn’t scared him off after all! He still wants to talk! Probably about the stupid things I said last night but either way he still want to talk to me and he wants to have tea. I quickly sat up in bed which was a huge mistake on my part and replied back.

No, no. I’m sorry! When do you wanna meet?

I bit my lip anxiously waiting for his reply.

Whenever you’ve gathered up enough strength to get out of bed, love. H x

I didn’t even hesitate to reply.

Getting out of bed now.

I threw the covers off of my body as if Harry could see me. Might as well get a head start.

Great. See you at coffeehouse on Pentonville? H x

It’s a date. See you there.

Looks like I might have a chance to sort my shit out after all.

******

It was nearly twelve by the time I’d arrived at the coffeehouse. Since it was a Sunday, business was rather slow and I easily spotted Harry sitting at a table scrolling through his phone. To my surprise he was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a shocking change from the wild patters he usually wore and his wild hair that usually fell around his shoulders was pulled back in a neat bun. This was probably the first time I’d ever seen Harry look so…normal.

I approached the table feeling nervous as ever. The embarrassment was still there. Even though Harry was meeting up with me again I had no clue how he’d react.

“G'Morning.” I spoke softly as I took my seat across from him, perching the dark sunglasses I wore to cover my blood shot eyes on my head

Harry looked up from his phone and gave me a small smile that revealed his dimples.

“More like afternoon. Coffee or tea?” he asked.

“Tea’s fine, thanks.” I replied before Harry left the table to order our drinks.

I nervously studied the groves in the table, trying to find a way to keep myself occupied. If things had been awkward between us before, after last night they were only to get worse.

“Here you are.” Harry announced sitting the tall paper cup in front of me.

“Thanks.”

He took his seat across from me on the other side of the table.

“So, how’d you sleep last night?” he asked.

I sighed. “Just as good as any drunk person.” I replied.

“So, last night. It was fun. Things got very awkward toward the end, though.” Harry announced casually before taking a sip of his drink.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “

It wasn’t exactly the best idea to have shots before going to the pub, yeah? I’m sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

Harry shook his head as a slow smile crept over his face. “

No, I thought your obsession with cats was cute. You did sort of creep me out when you started talking needing me to me your boyfriend. What was that about?”

My heart dropped. This was the exact conversation I was dreading.

I sighed. I might as well give it up now. Harry’s too nice of a lad for me to keep torturing him like this.“

Well Harry, I was really drunk and-” I was interrupted by my mobile ringing loudly. “

Uh sorry Harry, I’ve gotta take this call.” I replied sheepishly.

Harry nodded understandingly. I looked down at the caller Id and noticed it was Penny. I rolled my eyes before answering.

“Hey.” I greeted.

“Hi Presley!!” She chirped in her usual cheery tone.

I could hear Liam talking softly somewhere in the background.

“Listen, Mum wants to have family dinner tonight and she wants you to bring your boyfriend so we can all finally meet him. I know I’m anxious to!”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“Hellooo, are you still there, Presley?” She asked. I was in such panic about Mum’s request I hardly realized I wasn’t talking anymore.

“Huh, what?” I asked.

“We want to meet your boyfriend. I mean, unless of course he’s not real or something.” She replied with a laugh.

I didn’t know whether to take that as a joke or an off hand comment. I narrowed my eyes. They will not make a joke out of me.

“What time?” I

“6:30, don’t be late.” she warned.

“We’ll be there.” I declared.

“Good. See ya then.” she replied.

“Yeah, bye.” I hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“You okay?” Harry asked, his green eyes filled with concern.

I sighed. “Harry, I need a massive favor from you. ”

“Sure, why not?” He asked.

Oh, Harry. You’re way too nice.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” I replied.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

“I think you just got yourself a boyfriend.”

[thatguylucass]

So I'm obsessed with UF!sans from UnderFell, but the question is why?

(i did fell in pony town so imma sue him as a banner fight me)

Many people in my life have been asking me why i am obsessed with UF!sans, (even at my fucking job lol) specially for who i am. Usually when you think of sans fangirl people think of a little girl (usually white) who is 13 and probably obsessed with the Undertale fandom and most likely does gacha animations and some silly drawings as a beginner artist.

And then... there's me.

I'm a 22 year old, gay, Latino man.

Yeah, i know, i can already hear people calling me terminally online or rotten or something

but no i don't want to fuck the skeleton...

compared to contrary belief.

But i wanted to share on why this hyper fixation came to be, the way's i have reasoned it and why this stuff happens, so uh... Buckle on my dudes.. bros... or who ever decides to read this (personally i fell like no one will lol) (hehe saw what i did there)

so, i think we all know, if you have seen my blog or by what i draw or for what ever reason.. Yes i am autistic. the number one reason i believe it's because i see him as some sort of hyper fixation, but a part of me thinks its further than that but it could be a valuable reason i suppose.

But truly i think it's because of who exactly UF!sans is. or maybe the way I see him? hmmm I'm not sure, i would have to check the cannon but i will elaborate:

UF!sans grew up in a violent world. If anything a dangerous one where he quite literally had to look and become aggressive to survive. Not only that but inherently Underfell is a dangerous and horrible place to live, after all in that world is "kill or be killed" and to that i related to in an uncanny way.

I grew up in Dominican Republic, i don't only have a rocky background but i have lived in that environment, where you are in a constant state of trying to survive where you can't trust no one. And i assure you it makes family relations rocky.

Think about it. Classic papyrus and sans relation ship they are just silly bros, but in Underfell UF!sans and UF!papyrus at most tolerate each other. Maybe i saw myself in him or maybe a part of me wants to be comforted by someone who understands.

another part, could probably be because his personality is interesting. while he is deadly for sure, he won't be violent unless he has to, or at least from what i have learned. He does knock jokes and is a silly guy even if his looks are quite scary, which is funny cuz most people tell me i look terrifying, but most of the time is cuz I'm Afro-Latino lol.

but idk this feels comforting....

i hope that maybe one day i could actually find someone who understands my pain, but for now i truly feel like this silly skeleton character is giving me that, also he is just fun to draw too.

kind of silly honestly

anyways.

i have a full time job, and go touch grass so if someone dares to call me mentally ill i will uh..

cry probably idk, i don't care that much

you would be surprised the amount of hate asks i get lol

anyways bye

also for the fucker who keeps sending hate at @toxicundernet

fuck you

get a life or go back to reddit, jfc let me be cringe in peace.

[stormyaxolotl]

Hello, May I request pfp’s and banners for our fell sans? Thank you!

Yeah of course !! here you go

art credits: randomcolornice ryuuseirissu dupsmj9610 poetax [4x] synistersyrup ketchupberry

[eclairelic]

More fell sans!!! I'm thinking about making an "ask fellsans" blog...

This time I drew with my tablet!!

no weirdos or simps in the comments or reblogs or wtv ples I kin him heavily ... Including Geno / error ... thanks!

for some reason the doodle on the top right looks better then the drawing... I think it's because of how I drew the face ..

my art is free to use ONLY for icons, banners ect!! if you wanna make graphics out of it then I honestly wouldn't mind... I'm curious now... but please credit me ^_^ !!

anyways I kin so many skeletons pls help. MY FIRST KIN WAS SANS. I still kin him tbh

ok that's enough for yapp yapp town

[twistedtalking]

3 Dormleaders and the Adeuce Duo's Reaction to

*~Sentience~*

TW: Ace is a jerk, slight mention of Exams, Idk how to write Idia/Malleus/Azul, new to the internet and it's slang writer trying to imagine what Idia would say, slightly cringe, slight T*ey slander, intentional wrong grammar, Azul so confused he forget he doesn't have morals, Mentions of camera, weirdo prefect, I made this when I was bored, and braindead from school, shirtless Malleus, grossed-out Azul, etc.

Ace: ...Oh. So I'm just a video game character... No real feelings, no real emotions. My family is just a figment of my imagination. My personality, just pieces of code.

Life has lost all it's meaning.

...Or was I ever truly alive in the first place?

.

.

.

.

GOT YOU!!!

Man, you should have seen the look on your face. It was HILARIOUS!

What? Did you really think you could fool me with such a basic prank? Come on, my brother already done that one when I was five. ...which I completely did not fall for whatsoever! Nope. Not at all.

Anyways, you should really hide your props better. I could see the camera from miles away.

(Prefect: What do you mean "camera"?)

Ace: ...

(Prefect: ...)

Ace: ...we're dead.

Deuce:

"Huh?! REALLY?? Was My whole life a lie?! Oh gosh, does this mean I've never existed?!?! Are the words coming from my mouth really from my thoughts or am I just reading from a script done by some bored writer?!

Does this mean my exam results mean NOTHING?!?!"

(Ace: What? You really fell for that? Dude, you're so gullible. It's just a prank, man. Right, Prefect?)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: ...right?)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: Dude, this isn't funny anymore)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: JUST SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!)

"We're all gonna die!!!"

(Ace: We can't die if we were never alive in the first place, idiot. Oh great, now I'm saying weird stuff too!)

(Prefect: Sorry for the long wait, guys. Mind catching me up on what happened when I was AFK?)

(Adeuce duo: When you were WHAT?!?!?)

Idia:

"Rlly? Who'd believe that? Like srsly, I'm not even that marketable. I'm too floopy to be in a shooter game, too boring to be in a gacha-"

(Prefect: It's a gacha)

Dude, who in their right mind would pull for me?? I'm the boringest character ever!

(Prefect: Nah, that's Trey)

Nah, Trey's the untrustable kind

(Prefect: Nah, that's Jade)

...okay, fair.

Anyways, I just don't see the appeal. Like, why? I'm just a weirdo who hates people, and stays in my room to play video games 21/7! And I read manga the rest of the time. I'm a total loser!

(Prefect: And that's what makes you the relatable character. Jokes aside, your saracasm is pretty funny, man, the ghost bride event was hilarious, and your character design is pretty cool. That's some of the reasons. Honestly, just gonna pull 4 u on ur next banner.)

"You should get your eyes checked"

(Prefect: I should. It's been a while since I changed my glasses. I can't even see your eyes lol.)

(Prefect: Anyways, Want to play the game? We got Rhythm games, card battles-)

"Sounds great. Better question, are there any, ahem, hot mommies?"

(Prefect: We got...Leona? And Vil! Man, how could I forget Vil? I love that man)

"Who doesn't?! I mean, whoever doesn't must be BLIND. He's totally SSR tier! If he was in the game, I'd whale for him whenever he gets a banner! He's pogchamp.

Well, As long as he isn't trying to get me to take care of myself. He's way better behind a screen. Like man, I don't care if I'll die quicker, give me my cup noodles and pomegranate candies. Actually, it's much better if I die-"

(Ortho: Nee-san! We talked about this!)

"...fine."

(Prefect: You tell him, Ortho!)

Could you send the game now?

(Prefect: yeah, sure. But the boss battles are pretty hard to beat-)

"Heh, I could beat that game in 3 weeks top"

(Prefect: Alright, you're on!)

Malleus:

Child of man, what is this "video game character" that you speak of, and how am I such one?

(Prefect: it just means a whole lot of people all around the world- Scratch that. All around the universe, simp for you!)

What does "simp" mean?

(Prefect: Imagine Sebek but, well... Yeah, never mind. Just imagine Sebek. But for like, fictional characters)

But I am not a work of fiction though, child of man? What dost thou mean?

(Prefect: ...heh. um, actually...)

A talking portrait of me in your digital device. I still do not understand what you are trying to convey.

(Prefect: Never mind. Let's just look at fanarts of you)

"Fanarts"?

(Prefect: portraits of you done in my realm)

I am fine with that. Show me these "fanarts" you speak of.

.

"These are not at all accurate. Some of them look completely different from each other. And why do some of them portray me without my clothing-"

(Prefect: OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH INTERNET FOR TODAY! Yeah, let's just look at gargoyles or something! ...wait. Is that Lilia with a bag of groceries?!?! Oop. We're doomed.)

Azul:

Ah, good afternoon Prefect. I wish to speak to you. You see, while we were stealing-

I mean, checking your phone-

(Prefect: Why are you stealing checking my phone??)

Not important.

Anyways, we found this. Care to explain why you have a picture of me as your lock screen? I mean, I AM quite handsome, but the use of photos of me taken without permission could and would get you sued!

I don't really want to sue you, so I've came up with a good compromise. How about a-

(Prefect: thank God, you didn't see the home screen.)

...Well, of course I did. It was quite...odd.

(Prefect: Really? That's all? I thought you'd make a bigger reaction, you know, with it being you in an nsfw outfit)

In a WHAT!?!?

(Prefect: Aha! So you didn't see my lock screen! I was just joking. FYI, it was just a cute chibi Azul in his octomer form.)

Oh.

(Prefect: The bunny girl outfit was last week)

WHAT?!?! I could sue you right now, you know?!

(Prefect: you have no proof)

You admitted it!

(Prefect: You have no witnesses)

Nonsense! Jade and Floyd are-

Ah. Right...

Ahem. Pray tell, where did you find such...things.

(Prefect: The internet Is a weird place)

WHY WOULD THE INTERNET-

(Prefect: Octavinelle's the most popular game in Twisted Wonderland. At least, in tumblr. Poll-wise, I mean. I prefer Heartslabyul though. Ah, By the way, I mean the videogame, not this world.)

What??

Impossible. I am not from a video game. I'm not some weird anime character-

(Prefect: *shows gameplay*)

Okay, but-

(Prefect: *shows chapter 3*)

...do I at least get a share on the income?

No? What do you mean "No"?! THEY'RE USING MY FACE! FOR INCOME! AND I DON'T EVEN GET 48%?! This is unfair. This is ILLEGAL! I'm going to sue!

(Prefect: You're going to sue...D*sney. The one who made you? The one who made Ursula??)

Yeah, what's the problem with that-

Wait, Ursula?! What do you mean-

(Prefect: does that mean I can buy twst merch from you now? Hey, can I order a body pillow?)

What? T-that's disgusting!

(Prefect: *puts down bag of money*)

Did I say disgusting? No, I meant odd. But everyone's a little odd.

So, who do you want a body pillow of? Come now, Let us discuss the price in the VIP room.

Original ask:

Message:

(Argument with Idia)

You're just a game character anyways!

(For Deuce)

I'm pulling for your banner cuz you're my fav character. Wish me luck! What do I mean? I mean, you are a video game character, you know.

(For Ace)

Dude, you're from a video game.

[ellezetsubo]

long time no post but hi ~ ill be doing @/maoisarap's enstars yume ask game (◍ ´꒳` ◍) i figured i should share more about hiiriika here too~

*will go back and forth between using hiiro and riika and hiiro and me!

questions under the cut!

1) is your f/o you ship with also the one you produce in game? if they are not the one you produce, why?

hiiro is my kami-oshi! hes the one i fell in love with the most. my first oshi was mika, but then gradually shifted to hiiro upon reading the main story.

2) we all know that the ensemble stars!! cast are all about being chaotic, so who's the more chaotic one between your f/o and yourself?

theyre both just as chaotic 😭 hiiro and riika go with each other's flow and sometimes that can lead to them being a bit too silly for aira's liking.

3) if you're in a romantic relationship with your f/o, or a qpp/qpr, do you think your f/o's unit members would accept your relationship status?

i think that both alkaloid and starry planet (riika's group) would be supportive of them! of course there's initial opposition to it because of the rules as an idol (aira, uta, yozora) but they eventually come around to it after seeing how much hiiro and riika loved each other..

4) what type of occupation are you and your f/o? are you idol x idol? idol x producer? producer x producer? or something else?

idol x idol! riika is an idol under the all-girl group, starry planet, whos agency is starmaker productions! they debuted a little while before alkaloid!

5) can you describe you and your f/o's relationship with 3 ensemble stars!! song titles? there's a little challenge!

SAKE OF LOVE - ALKALOID & Crazy:B

Across the Universe - ALKALOID

Setsuna Drops - TearS

6) do you prefer canon or fanon version of your f/o?

my hiiro is a hiiro untouched by the mistakes of happy elements' writing ♡

7) who confessed first between you and your f/o? how did they do it? was it by song?

they confessed at the same time! they realized their feelings for each other after performing together for a valentines event, and subsequently confessed a month after on white day.

8) was your f/o also your first liked character in the franchise? if so, what made them reel you in? if not, who was?

hiiro's personality and passion really spoke to me. seeing him go through what he did in the main story, as well as his development throughout alkaloid's story made me fall in love with him over and over again.

9) how did you figure out that this f/o of yours in particular is "the one"?

hiiro-kun is the only boy who can make me cry as bad as i did for his feature scout 2 banner. ever since then i realized how important hiiro was to me and have been gachikoimaxxing ever since ♥️

10) favourite voice line belonging to your f/o?

in yume specific, definitely his lines about holding hands together to keep warm. but as a character.. i love his line towards rinne in the last part of the music main story;

“That's why—I'll smile, Nii-san! Instead of destroying this place, I'll sing, dance and smile!”

11) do you have any merch of your f/o? (proper/fanmade/re-used/etcetera) if not, what is your dream merchandise piece to have of them?

i have oh so much. but my dream merchandise for now is hiiro's bear nui and acrylic stands..

12) do you like how your f/o sounds with the voice they're given? what about their singing voice?

I yume 3 cv: gakuto kajiwara characters all because of hiiro.

13) speaking of f/o's voice, do you know of the voice actor behind your f/o? have you seen or played any other franchises your f/o's voice actor has been in?

I yume 3 cv: gakuto kajiwara characters all because of hiiro.

14) if isekai was real in our world, would you want to go to the enstarsverse just to be with your f/o?

ABSOLUTELY!

15) favourite thing to do with your f/o?

more than anything, i love singing with hiiro. hearing our voices together makes me so happy~

16) do you and/or your f/o have any fears about your relationship status?

riika initially had fears about two idols dating but eventually grew out of it in favor of loving hiiro even more. (during starry planet's climax event riika gets a 💥💥💥 scare at a handshake event bc of her relationship w hiiro but she eventually grows past her fears again)

17) is there any quirks you and/or your f/o has picked up from one another?

they both say umu! a lot!

18) does your f/o get embarrassed if you sing any of their songs? or do they join in?

not at all! riika love singing with hiiro, especially with songs they both love~

19) have you ever stolen any outfit/do wish to steal any outfit belonging to your f/o? is it an exclusive outfit? unit-shared? or other?

riika loves wearing hiiro's alkaloid uniform! sometimes they swap gloves for fun, especially since they complete eachother's. (riika has palm open gloves, hiiro has fingerless gloves)

20) is your and your f/o's relationship status talk of ensemble square? how much gossip goes around about you both?

a fair amount mostly because they're so affectionate towards eachother, even in public.. though they often just brush it off as being friends..

21) do you count your f/o's centre song as a song dedicated to yourself? if not, how come?

50/50! i like to think that vermilion is partially dedicated to riika, especially the chorus—but i think that its also more representative of alkaloid and their development. i much rather think across the universe and setsuna drops to be hiiriika's song! (ESPECIALLY SETSUNA DROPS)

22) is your relationship a secret or an open one, due to some restricted rules that could exist in the enstarsverse?

they try—key word; TRY to keep things under wraps within ES, even using their last names instead to refer to each other when at work, but people can tell how madly in love they are with each other if they look hard enough. the fans have speculations, but both of them just do their best to ignore them and deflect them..

23) who's more likely to be affectionate in front of other idols/the fans, between you and your f/o?

hiiro definitely has to do more fanservice because of his popularity, which kind of makes riika jealous (though she understands and doesn't hold a grudge often for it)

THOUGH she does ask hiiro to wash his hands before hugging her because "I don't want to be held with the touch of another woman!"

24) do you count any other character as your "number one supporter" of your relationship with your f/o?

aira is definitely their number 1 wingman.. mostly out of obligation because he sees them too often and cares about them both too much 😭♥️

25) if you and/or your f/o can't say "i love you" for particular reasons (being in public/etcetera), is there any other way you express that saying? (eye contact/smiling at each other/etcetera)

whenever they can't publicly say "i love you", they always smile and just call out eachother's names before wishing them luck for a performance / words of encouragement.

26) what is one word you'd associate with your f/o? what's one word your f/o would associate with you?

♠️ - “Hiiro-kun is like the sun.”

☄️ - “Riika is like the stars.”

27) who gets more jealous in the relationship? is there any particular reason as to why?

riika definitely 😭 she's the more emotional one between them, so she's definitely protective of hiiro to some extent. she hates feeling jealous though since she knows it's not that serious

28) who's the tall one, and who's the short one between you both? or are you both the same height?

riika is SHORT. shes shorter than hiiro.

29) is there any similarities between you and your f/o?)

both of them are very determined and passionate about their goals! they both tend to isolate when they're sad though, but they're both easily encouraged to push forward when with their friends. they're both a bit of an airheaded couple too..

30) what's your favourite card of your f/o? choose one card for all different stars statuses (1-5)

honorable mentions are:

- Sake of Love / Matrix Hiiro

- Present / Anniversary Hiiro

- Yoru ni Kakeru Hiiro

31) do you share a dorm room with your f/o? if so, what's it like? if not, how come?

riikas dorm is on a different wing of starmony forms for the girl idols because would be CRUCIFIED but she does visit hiiros dorm every so often.

32) if you went on tour with your f/o, would you both be the chaotic type (shouting, making a mess, etcetera) or the calm type (sleeping in the seats, listening to music, watching out the windows together, etcetera) on the tour bus?

riika and hiiro would probably be sleeping and napping together amidst the chaos..

33) do you have any nicknames for each other? if so, what are they? if not, how come?

♠️ ⤷ ☄️ - Riika

☄️ ⤷ ♠️ - Hiiro-kun

they don't like using nicknames much, they'd rather call each other by their names.

34) what troupe would you say fits you and your f/o best? can be as cliché or the opposite, as you want to be!

probably brought together by fate? or something about being similar idk man i dont know tropes as well as i used to 🧓

35) has your f/o got any seasonal cards/outfits, if so, do you like the card or outfit? if not, what's your dream seasonal card/outfit for your f/o? (halloween/easter/etcetera)

im forever in love with easter hiiro.. but halloween hiiro is so cool too.. < can't pick

36) who's more of the busier one between you both?

hiiro definitely! hes got more jobs than riika and a lot more fans and eyes on him.

37) what's an ordinary day between you both like? is it full of chaos, or are you as calm as ever?

mostly consists of sitting around, cuddling, going out to places together and having fun before coming home to cuddle and kiss more.

38) how did you and your f/o meet?

hiiro and riika met as kouhai and senpai! riika was one of the first people to meet hiiro when he came to ES, and subsequently helped him and alkaloid a bit. she slowly but surely became friends with hiiro, and soon even more..

39) do you think your f/o's fans would accept your relationship status?

probably not. but does riika care? not really.. to her, hiiro is all hers.. and hiiro wouldn't have it any other way.

40) what is your favourite thing about your f/o? what's your f/o's favourite thing about you?

☄️ - riika loves how unrelenting and determined hiiro is to accomplish something and fulfill his goals. it makes her remember to never give up.

♠️ - hiiro loves how passionate and hopeful riika is in pursuit of her dreams and ambitions. it reminds him that he has a dream he wants to make come true, too.